Page 24 of Oops, I Fell For The Ranch Hand Next Door

Finding the hem of the flannel, I peel it off her slowly, letting the fabric drag over her skin. When it hits the floor, she’s standing in just the tank top and jeans. My eyes track down her body, her soft curves, full breasts straining the thin cotton, hips that fill out her jeans in ways that make my cock ache. The hunger that crashes through me is so intense I have to force myself to exhale.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Each word sounds torn from somewhere deep. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind watching you in my shirt all morning, knowing what’s underneath.”

She reaches for the hem of her tank top. I cover her wrists with my palms, stopping the movement. “Let me.”

I strip the tank top over her head, and the sight of her almost knocks me over. She stands in the middle of my cabin wearing nothing but a plain bra and jeans. The way her heavy breasts strain against the fabric has my mouth watering and my hands itching to touch.

Her fingers reach behind her back before I can even ask. She unhooks the bra confidently and lets the straps fall down her arms. The bra drops to the floor. She’s bare from the waist up, full breasts tipped with tight, rosy nipples that beg for my mouth. I cross the space between us in two strides, unable to hold back any longer.

My palms fill with her breasts’ soft, warm weight, thumbs brushing over those stiff peaks in slow, worshipful circles. “Jesus, Jessie. These gorgeous tits… so full and heavy, so perfect in my hands.” I squeeze gently, feeling their softness overflow my grip. She gasps. “Every curve of you drives me out of my mind. I could spend hours just touching you like this.”

I bend my head and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking deep and hard while my tongue lashes the sensitive bud. She moans, loud and broken, fingers threading through my hair. I graze her with my teeth, then soothe with slow, wet licks before switching to the other breast. I devour her, sucking and licking and kneading, lost in the taste of her skin and the way her body arches into my mouth like she can’t get close enough.

“That’s it, babe. Let me hear every sound,” I growl against her damp skin. “I want to know exactly how good my mouth feels on your beautiful tits.”

My free hand slides down the soft, rounded swell of her stomach, the part I knew was made for me to worship since I first saw her in that sunlit meadow. When she tenses, I spread my fingers wide and press my palm firmly against her, holding her right there. “Don’t hide this from me. Not ever. This softness right here… it’s mine to love. You’re so fucking sexy I can barely stand it.”

I drop to my knees in front of her, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over her belly, licking and sucking at the lush curves while my hands knead her hips. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve thought about this—tasting every inch you’ve been taught to cover up.” She trembles under my mouth. The scent of her arousal makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper, but I ignore it. This is about her.

I look up. “Let me take these off.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice wrecked. “Please, Eli.”

I peel her jeans and underwear down her legs, and then she’s completely naked, golden afternoon light pouring over her skin through the window. I guide her thighs apart, and she opens wider for me, offering everything. Her pussy is glistening, swollen, and so fucking perfect it makes my mouth water.

“Soaked for me already,” I murmur, dragging my thumb lightly through her pussy. “This sweet little pussy is dripping down your thighs. All because of me.”

I lean in and drag my tongue through her pussy in one long, slow stroke from entrance to clit. She cries out, hips jerking. I do it again, savoring her taste, then seal my lips around her clit and suck while two thick fingers slide deep inside her. I curl them, stroking that sensitive spot inside while my tongue works her clit in firm, relentless circles. Her hands fist tighter in my hair, thighs shaking around my shoulders.

I feast on her, licking, sucking, fucking her with my fingers, taking her higher with every wet sound and desperate moan. When I add a third finger, stretching her open, she starts begging. I growl against her pussy, the vibration making her jolt.

“Come on my tongue, Jessie. Let me feel your pretty pussy squeeze around my fingers. Give it to me.”

She shatters hard, screaming my name as her walls clamp down on my fingers. Fresh wetness floods my mouth. I keep working her through every pulse and shudder, gentling my tongue and fingers until she’s trembling and gasping, barely able to stand.

I rise, kissing my way up her body. I linger again on her soft stomach and those gorgeous breasts before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss so she can taste herself on my tongue. Then I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.

I lay her on my bed and follow her down, but I don’t let her hands wander far. When she reaches for my shirt, I catch her wrists gently and pin them above her head with one hand. “Not yet, sweetheart. Today is about you. I’m not done making you feel good.”

I release her wrists only to slide my hand back between her thighs. She’s still sensitive, slick and swollen from the first orgasm. I push two fingers back inside her, curling them deep while my thumb circles her clit in steady pressure. My mouth finds her breasts again, sucking hard on one nipple while I work her pussy.

She comes even faster this time, back arching off the bed, my name tearing from her throat loudly enough to echo through the cabin. I stay with her through every aftershock, kissing her temple, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth, murmuring praise against her skin.

“You’re so fucking perfect when you come for me. So beautiful it hurts to look at you.”

She whispers that she wants to touch me, to make me feel good too. I quiet her with another slow kiss and roll us so she’s tucked securely against my side, my arm banded around her. My cock is painfully hard, straining against my jeans, but I ignore the ache. I lace our fingers together instead and hold her close while the afternoon light slowly shifts across the room.

“Later,” I promise against her hair, voice rough with need I refuse to satisfy yet. “This was all about you. Later, when you’re sure. When you’re aching so badly you can’t think of anything else. Then I’ll give you everything.”

For now, I just hold her, soft and sated, and let the anticipation build for both of us.

“Thank you,” she finally says.

“For what?”

“For making me feel safe enough to want this. To want you.” She presses her lips to my ribs. “For waiting. For not rushing me even when I’m ready to rush myself.”

My arm tightens around her. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”